Djs Revisited

I thought you were dead but then I read your name in the alumni news. Still hanging 'round the universities, I see, harvesting young women whose fathers had opinions. As for me, I don't peruse the papers any more; factorial rotations are the kind of game you liked to play. I pull the weeds, I sweep the path and climb the stairs. I tie back long vines of ridiculously red tomatoes. And you're not dead? Why that's okay; me too.